Max is at our place. Sister J has work in Melbourne. Max has put on considerable weight, and his fur is getting longer. The fur is crinkly, the brown patches darker. He looks well. The ears and eyes are clear, but the gum is falring up again. Now he is looking more like a 6 years old tomcat.

Spencer is in a state of course. But now we have got the routine down pat. Basically Spencer just shifted camp to Sister S's room, with a new floor mat, her toys, and some peace and quiet. We don't let Max go into HER store room either.

Max slept in my room last night, on the curtain draped on the cabinet.